Words cannot express the regret I feel for ever handing money over to the cashier for this CD. Albums like these really (yes, r-e-a-l-l-y, not 'rele', Mr First Reviewer) need to have warnings: "If you appreciate quality music, touch this drivel at your own risk - you might just lose your sense of taste". I got about halfway through the first song, before changing tracks. Another 10 secs of Track 2 and the CD was out of the tray, shining brilliantly as it spun across the room. I do believe it's still under the sofa, gathering dust. Come on boys, learn some new chords, stop yelling, and would it kill you to spend more than 5 minutes on your cover design?